The laborers are few but the harvest is plenty. We beg the Lord of the harvest to send us out, to send us out.
You send us out as lambs in the midst of wolves, to proclaim the kingdom of God to those who have ears to hear.
We offer You praise O Father, Lord of heaven and earth. For what You’ve hidden from the learned and wise, You’ve revealed to the merest children.
We must be ready, the time is short. Not one of us may stand idle. We must go out for the fields are ripe.
